A second figure stole up the steps and opened the door cautiously, tiptoeing down a narrow hall to the room occupied by the man and woman. The last comer was the Yankee, who had not been far from the vicinity during the afternoon.
Kneeling the Yankee peeped through the keyhole. He started then and came near uttering an exclamation.
"Now, sir, what have you to say regarding your conduct," demanded the woman, who, with hat and veil removed, was rather a pretty lady of medium size, although her white face and hollow eyes betokened much suffering.
"Nothing."
"Nothing? Oh, And—"
"Stop! Utter that name here and I will brain you," hissed the man, suddenly, furiously, half rising to his feet.
"What must I say?"
"Brown, call me Brown, Jones, or anything but that."
"Well, Brown, you know I have been a faithful wife, and you have treated me with anything but affection."
"Why did you follow me? I told you I'd kill you if you did."